An odd creature

Twigs and leaves crunch beneath your feet as you stroll along the rough, winding path. The trees hang close on either side, the light of the full moon filtering in through their branches.

Wanting to tread new ground, and perhaps delay your inevitable capture and return for a few hours longer, you diverge from the path. Pushing through a large bush, you weave between the trees for a while, letting your feet guide you.

You didn't know what you were looking for, but you certainly know when you find it. Suddenly, the trees open up and you find yourself in a glade, perhaps twenty paces across. The dew-coated grass shines beautifully in the moonlight, the long blades swaying gently in the breeze.

As you stroll towards the center of the clearing, letting the wet grass brush against your bare legs, you hear the snap of a branch behind you. Whirling about, you see a large man emerging from the trees.

"Oh, I must be losing my touch," you call out, assuming him to be one of your father's guards. "Usually you take at least... Oh..."

You trail off as the figure steps out of the shadows: it isn't a man at all, but a beast the likes of which you've never seen before. It stands at least eight feet tall on a pair of hairy bowed legs, much like those of a horse. Its upper half appears human, save for a second pair of arms emerging from its broad shoulders. Its right hands both grasp a long walking stick, which stabs at the ground as the creature continues to advance toward you. It's wearing a loose cloth robe tied over one shoulder and hanging down just below its reversed knees.

"No, child. I'm not one of your jailers" the creature says, its voice soft yet oddly authoritative. "I am Kalenon." Frozen in fear, you are unable to run or speak as he draws closer. He stops just a few feet away, his human (and surprisingly handsome) face cocked to one side as he watches you expectantly.

After a few moments, you find your voice. "Who are you?" you stammer, barely audible over the soft breeze.

"I am Kalenon... Were you not listening?" he replies with a faint smile.

"But I... I don't... What are you?"

"I am a traveler. Kalenon the Traveler, yes... That's me." He grins wider, and despite your fear you cannot help but feel annoyed.

"Are you playing with me, Kalenon?" you say, managing to put some strength and authority in your voice. You are a noblewoman, after all... Men may have command over you, but the thing standing before you is no man.

"Of course I'm not, but I still have command over you... A different sort of command," he says with a laugh. Wait... Did you speak out loud? "No, child. I simply possess a few talents which your people do not."

You take a step back, shaking your head. This thing can read your thoughts..? This is too dangerous. Perhaps you should run, make for the walls... Or call out for the guards... Or pull Kalenon's robe aside, and see whether his cock is a man's or a horse's... Wait.

"Are you in my head, Kalenon?"

He shrugs slightly, then leans on his staff. "Maybe."

"Get out, please," you reply, tapping your foot. The moment the words leave your mouth, a surge of pleasure streaks through you, beginning between your legs and shooting up your spine like lightning. You double over, holding yourself tightly as a patch of wetness spreads between your thighs.

"Are you sure you want me out, girl? I think you might want me... In," Kalenon says, laughing openly.

"N... Ah... Not just--Aahn... Yet, sir," you reply haltingly.

"Very well." With a wave of his hand, the intense warmth leaves your body, and you're able to stand once more. "You're no fun at all... But I'll soon fix that."